Who's to say you don't need a toy collection?

   "I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.,, - Edger Allan Poe







First daylight peers its way through flowy white curtains, bathing the otherwise colourless room in soft orange light. It must be a little past five in the morning, way too early for life on the streets to have started. There are no women laughing, no children yelling and no dogs growling and fighting over a piece of bone. This blissful silence, however, cannot last forever, soon the mockingjay will sing its song and the high church of D'auvignon will ring its bells, anouncing the start of a new day. Little did the boy underneath the ebony satin sheets care about what soon would happen outside, he was enjoying this moment of utter silence, releshing in the warmth of the naked woman who lay nestled against him. She must have been beautiful to most last night, clad in nothing but his own makings of strings and black lace. He loved how her lower lip had trembled in excitement as he had tied her wrists together in an intricate knot of red ribbons. But perhaps, the thing he had enjoyed most was the look of dissapointment on her pale face as he had abruptly ended their evening, leaving her wanting. That's right, he didn't touch her, they only slept eventually. Why? It turns out she wasn't pretty enough... and with that the blissful silence was broken.

D'auvignon, capital of Naverre, soon started bustling to life. Streets were already starting to get crowded as soon both the northern and southern market would commence. And everyone native to D'Auvignon knew that you had to be early or else you'd risk going home with empty hands. The boy we talked about earlier, was off to a rather slow start. As it turns out, the girl was only -remotely- pretty on the outside; her insides were that of a dragon as the boy had perhaps bluntly told her she wasn't good enough to be his new muse. Perhaps he had deserved her act of rage against his cheek which was now slightly swollen and burning angrily. Whatever the case may be, he was already over it and was more worried about his store not being supplied and occupied.

The sounds of the boy's footsteps crossing the cobblestones echoed through the streets as he was closing in on the southern market. He knew he needed new fabric, badly, and he also knew that there was this son of a b*tch who was probably already snatching away the best quality linen and lace. As it turns out he could already see the top of her ugly greasy blonde hair which was tied together in a very messy topknot bouncing in front of the fabrics stall. The chocolate-haired boy slowed down to an easy walk as he approached the woman and stall. He immediately bumped the blonde out of his way as he snatched away the exotic red fabric she had been pawing. "I'll take this" The boy says with a smug smile, enjoying the fierce ugly looks the blonde was giving him from the corner of his eye. The blonde is about the protest when the boy interrupts with the rest of his order; "please also give me all of your black satin and I need new needles." As the stallkeeper was trying to comply with his request the boy turns towards the blonde. "Sorry, Eleanor, I don't have time for you today, I have seen enough ugly already. Also, did a bird poop on your head?" he smiles briefly after which he pays the stallkeeper and cooly walks away with his loot, whistling a merry tune, seemingly happy with how he had handled the situation just now.

About ten minutes later, the boy had left behind the center of D'auvignon and was rushing down a narrow street at the edge of the city where his small shop was located. The brownhaired boy looked up at the slightly crooked sign which read "Lee's Tailoring" and flashed a smile, he really needed to fix that later today. As he entered his workspace he immediately flipped the 'closed' sign to 'open' and hurried to the back to store his new fabric. His shop was small and perhaps a little outdated but don't be mistaken; none of his clothing was poorly made nor cheap. The Lee boy took great pride in what he did and he would never sell something of which he didn't approve somehow. Instead of standing behind the counter, the boy entered his atelier and stared at what was going to be his new centerpiece. It was a fierce red ball gown, with lighter and darker patches streaming down the waist. He had already carefully stitched flower appliques in different shades of reds and greens on the bodice and was currently debating if he should continue the flowerstream all the way down to the skirt or not. Currently the dress was made for somebody around 1.70; about ankle length but now he suddenly considered cutting it to mid-calf.

When the boy suddenly hears his name he turns away from the dress and heads towards the door leading to the counter. David Lee steps through the door where his eyes meet with familiair blue ones. "Ah~ I had already started to wonder when I would have the honour to see your face again, lady Manderly." he said to her in a low voice, a smile playing on his lips. David didn't even need to scan her from top to bottom to know that she looked flawless as usual. He suddenly wondered: Was she wearing his undergarments? his gaze lingered on her chest area for a moment before meeting her cold blue eyes once more. "What can I do for you today?" He asks her, curious to what had brought her here; and even though he could make a well educated guess, he wanted to hear her say it. "You look beautiful, olive flatters you" he says as he turns away from her, walking to the cream coloured leather divan and asking her with his hand to sit down on it. "Tea for the lady?" he asks her, eyeing her from the side. 'She is like a painting', is the thought that suddenly pops up as his eyes drop to the ground.

Hoop dat je er wat mee kunt T_T